My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away. Safe in monotony, so safe, day after day. Count your blessings. Cold wind blows off the lake and I know for sure that it's too late. Count your blessings on one hand.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4125 | 2021-12-01 11:37:59 | 68.67 | 97% |
| 1193 | 2020-10-22 16:59:03 | 62.47 | 97% |